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TO THE RIVER ——.
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FAIR river ! in thy bright, clear flow
Of crystal, wandering water,
Thou art an emblem of the glow
Of beauty — the unhidden
heart —
The playful maziness of
art
In old Alberto's daughter;
But when within thy wave she looks —
Which glistens then, and
trembles —
Why, then, the prettiest of brooks
Her worshipper resembles;
For in his heart, as in thy stream,
Her image deeply lies —
His heart which trembles at the beam
Of her soul-searching eyes. |